itt we torture pearl eta also I absolutely have more prompt combos I just don't want to take over >:3c
Pinned Down By Wreckage, ft. Peridot Hidden Scar, ft. Lapis Bounty On Their Head, ft. Connie Big Brother Instinct, ft. The Rubies -OR- Jasper (I do not expect you to do all of them but there are some for your Consideration tm)
So mostly for my own reference, here's what I have so far: Anger Born Of Worry: Lapidot Doesn't Realize They've Been Injured: Pearlmethyst Sensory Overload: Rupphire Grabbed By The Hair: Jaspis Envy/Jealousy: Pearl The Most Dangerous Game: Bismuth Terminal Illness: PearlRose, GregRose Touch-Starved: Jaspearl Worked Themselves To Exhaustion: Pearl Strangling: Blue Diamond and Blue Pearl Brainwashing: Pearl Pinned Down By Wreckage: Peridot Hidden Scar: Lapis Bounty On Their Head: Connie Big Brother Instinct: Jasper Rope Burns: Jaspis
big brother instinct feat. Jasper made me ponder the possibilities of Jaspmethyst. is that a thing? because now i'm intrigued. (sorry if this is too off-topic for your thread, Acey! lmk and i can move it)
Not off-topic at all! That would be very interesting indeed, and I do intend to incorporate Ame in this...platonically in this specific case, but yeah! (specifically: human au, jasper is ame's older sister and they fight a lot, jasper steps in when ame is getting picked on like "ONLY I'M ALLOWED TO MAKE FUN OF MY LITTLE SISTER")
all the ship possibilities, I say, hoarding over my spreedsheet of plots for literally all the gem 1x1 ships
So here's a fill for @Key--specifically, The Most Dangerous Game feat. Bismuth! CW: Character death, blood, it's part of a Battle Royale AU I'm poking at. It's short af, so consider it just a sketch of sorts for now...suggestions on fleshing it out would be v welcome! Spoiler Your name is Bismuth, and you are determined to survive this. You don’t want to kill anyone, of course. You don’t want any of this. But, well...you have no choice. It’s kill or be killed, and you’re not ready to die. You lucked out with your weapon, at least--a pistol. You have never fired a gun in your life, but it seems simple enough, and if you can’t figure out how to use it, you’re definitely strong enough to overpower most of your classmates. (Most of your friends.) You’re six-foot-one and pure muscle. So yeah. You’re not too worried, not yet. As utterly horrified as you are about the prospect of killing people you love and care about, at the fact that your own survival necessitates their death...you think you can do it. God, you hope you can. You head deeper into the woods. Shelter. You need shelter--not so much from the elements, it’s a warm spring day, but from your friends. Somewhere you can hide while still being able to see people coming. Unfortunately, you have little luck in that regard, because it’s not long before you encounter someone. And that someone is one of the few girls in your class who’s even taller than you, and just as powerful. Rose Quartz. Her face seems to light up when she sees you. Strange. You hadn’t pegged her as the type who would be excited about something like this. You doubt she even watches the annual broadcast. “I’m not here to kill you,” she says as she approaches, and you can see that she doesn’t have a weapon in hand. You’re still suspicious. Rose might not be the violent type, but you wouldn’t have considered yourself the violent type until today. You can’t trust a soul. You draw your gun. “Hand me the gun, Bismuth. Please.” “What,” you snap, “so you can use it on me?” “No, that’s not it at all--” “Why should I believe you? Don’t you want to live?” “That’s actually why I’m trying to talk to you. I want to figure out a way off the island. There’s got to be some way we can disable the collars, or get the attention of a passing ship…” Your hands shake, but you manage to fire a single shot directly to her chest. And it does nothing. A bulletproof vest. Of course. You weren’t focused on it before, but now that you know it’s there, you can easily see the outline of it beneath her dress. How did I miss that? Rose’s expression turns grim. “Bismuth. The gun. Now. I don’t want to have to do anything drastic.” “I’m not giving it over. I can’t trust you.” She’s on you before you know it, knocking you to the ground, knocking your pistol a few feet away. You land flat on your back, and struggle to get up. The gun. You need the gun. It’s just outside your reach, if you could just get up-- Rose picks it up before you can get to it. Fuck. Okay. Time for Plan B. You punch Rose square in the face, and you’re pretty sure you break her nose in the process, but it’s not enough. She doesn’t drop it, and she sure as hell doesn’t give it back. You move to grab it, but as you do, she grabs your wrist, and knocks you back down, pinning you to the ground. She’s clearly on the verge of tears. “I’m so sorry, Bismuth.” The sudden pain in your chest is unbearable, and you barely have the strength to look up at Rose, who is staring in horror at the wound. Your eyes drift to your own torso, and you see that you’re covered in blood. It hurts. It fucking hurts, and it’s terrifying, and you know for a fact that you are about to die. You’re already woozy from blood loss. You don’t want to die. You’re only 18. You were supposed to have a long life ahead of you. All of you were. Tears spring to your eyes, and through the pain, you manage to speak your last words, with all the fury you can muster in your state. “Go ahead, just do it!” She nods, and you can see that she’s crying too. There’s another loud bang, a split second of searing agony, and then nothing at all.
Here's something I doodled in therapy, along with the digitally-colored-and-inked version! c: Spoiler: big pics of a purble
